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He was going to fuck my ass. Hard. And I was going to take it because I was a very bad little girl, with very filthy and dirty thoughts that deserved every last second of it. My pussy clenched hard, and I arched my back just a little as I presented myself to him. Something snapped inside me, and I felt my surrender wash over me.
This was going to hurt, but I was going to take it. Because he was the only man that I’d ever met who had the balls to master a woman like me.
His fingers grazed across my bottom, caressing the already sore flesh before they dipped in between my thighs. My thighs were soaked, and he took a long time exploring that fact. I whinedsoftly with shame, knowing that he knew I was this sopping wet at the prospect of being whipped with his belt. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged straight down to my clit, and I shivered, knowing that it, too, was going to get spanked.
Fuck. I was so turned on.
I shouldn’t be this way. I was sick. Deranged. I didn’t care. That was a tomorrow problem, and right now, it didn’t matter.
He laid the belt across my naked cheeks. I tensed, anxious about what was to come. One of his big hands settled on my lower back, pinning me down over the top of the pillow. His touch was comforting, and I focused on that instead of worrying about just how terrible this was going to be.
“You will learn to obey me, little mate,” he growled.
I heard the belt cut through the air before it whipped against my naked cheeks, so much harder than before. The previous strokes paled in comparison to this one. I tried to breathe through it. I tried to remain strong, but the strikes with the belt came hard and fast, and I quickly felt myself losing all control. I squirmed. I fought, but his palm on my lower back held me prisoner and forced me to take every last lash.
I whimpered and moaned from the pain, my entire bottom feeling as though it was on fire. Welt after welt painted my backside, leaving behind terrible, lasting reminders of my refusal to be obedient. A certain sense of panic came over me as the pain grew to overwhelming proportions, but then something broke inside me.
I surrendered.
I begged for him to stop. I told him I was sorry for being disobedient. I told him I’d be very, very good for him and do what he wanted, but it didn’t matter. The belt continued to punish my naked cheeks again and again, despite my apologies.
I began to feel helpless, and even though it hurt so very much, I knew that I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, and that my pussy was soaking wet.
And after this was all over, he was going to find that out for himself. Right before he forced me to take a spanking on my very bare and sensitive little pussy.
My core clenched hard.
“Please. I’m so very sorry,” I pleaded.
The belt was ruthless, brutal, and cruel. It didn’t stop, not even for a second. With vicious efficiency, he focused the belt on my upper thighs. It was terrible. The sting consumed me, and I tried to hold back my tears as they threatened to fall.
It was a futile effort though. Before long, one tear after another escaped from the corners of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks and onto the blankets beneath me. As the belt continued to whip me, I began to sob.
“That’s it, naughty girl. Cry for me,” he purred, and my pussy slickened with liquid heat.
And I did. I cried hard for him.
It took me several long moments to realize that the belt had stopped whipping my bare bottom, only to be replaced with the roughened caress of his palm. He allowed my tears to dry before lifting me up off the pillow and pulling me into his embrace, my back to his chest. I cried out as my marked backside presseddown onto the bed, but I wasn’t given a choice about it. He sat down and leaned backwards, before hooking his legs around my ankles and forcing my thighs open wide. He wound an arm around my waist and held me tight. His other hand settled on top of my pussy and a sudden intense jolt of fear shot down to my core.
Shit. My punishment wasn’t over. My little pussy was about to get punished next.
“Please, I’ve learned my lesson,” I begged. “Please don’t spank my pussy.”
“Are you afraid?” he asked, ignoring my pleas.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, desperate for him to grant me mercy.
“Good. You should be. Naughty little girls who disobey their masters deserve to be punished. Really bad girls get their little pussies spanked bright red when they need to be reminded of their place,” he answered.
I shuddered against him. My thighs tensed as I tried to close them, but he was far stronger than me. I couldn’t even move them an inch. There would be no avoiding this. I was about to get my pussy spanked for the very first time, and I didn’t have the slightest bit of choice about it.
His palm patted my wet folds gently. Once and then twice.
“You were a bad girl, weren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low next to my ear. His thumb lightly caressed my clit.
“Yes, sir,” I finally answered, knowing it was what he expected of me.
“Bad girls deny their masters access to their bodies, and when they do, they deserve to be punished. Isn’t that right, my little human?” he asked, and I shivered in his embrace.
